I walked to the spotlight that's waiting on me.
I held the mic in my hand and took a deep breath.
My words escape from my mouth
As my eyes search the room.
I felt the smiles and the thoughts
They were having because of me.
I, made them think because of my opinion.
I wish I could see their faces
But all I saw was the darkness.
But, I know that they can see me.
They least they know I am happy
That they came to see me.
I finish my poem.
Took a deep breath once again.
Thank everyone for coming and left the spotlight
As it waits on someone else.
2 comments:
That's a cool piece.
Nice one!
The feeling of doing a performance is great. It's as if you are giving something to the audience.
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